A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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EK BAAR HIMAT JUTAYA BHI

एक बार हिम्मत जुटाया भी

लेकिन मात �

I'll Be There

I'll be there for you no matter what.

I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba

Just Look Into My Eyes Baby

Look into my eyes.

Tell me what you see.

It won't be happy.

It won't be p

saikil ke pahiy fir se ghumay

चलो फिर से बच्चे बन जाते हैं

लौट कर

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond

somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond

any experience, your eyes have their sile

So Much For My First Love

I've loved you since I met you,

Though there's nothing I can do.

You've hurt my f

YE DIL MERA TUJH PAR

दिल के इस दर्द को क्या अंजाम दूँ

ओ �

I Still Love You

Of all the things I've ever said,

Of all the tears I've ever shed,

Of all the thi

Wishes Don't Come True

I wish there were words to express how I feel,

But no words I see will do.

No wor

Saying I Love You

Love how you always understand

I love it when you hold my hand

I love it when you